A Tribian Star

The core, once a searing inferno, had transformed into a mesmerizing spectacle. A white dwarf, a circular tapestry of purest white, akin to ethereal smoke, emerged from the cosmic forge. Yet, within this celestial masterpiece, a profound shift unfurled. Threads of the smoky fabric darkened, becoming ebony strands woven from the fabric of death itself. As this transformation unfolded, fumes spiraled, giving birth to tendrils of smog and luminescence that waltzed in a cosmic dance. Astonishingly, I felt not only the unraveling of the universe but the essence of my very being. Energy dissipated like morning mist under the first rays of dawn. My body, my essence, my soul—all dissolved into the ephemeral tendrils of the void. A breathtaking realization washed over me. I had perished. Not unlike the countless deaths I'd endured before. This passing was but a fragment of the countless I'd faced—a normal cycle, an incessant fate I bore. Death was a well-worn garment, woven into my existenc

"Invitation, Miss?" the man in the tuxedo paired with a black bowtie asked me when I tried to enter the gate into the Arcane Circle of Baristo. I gave the invitation to him, and he examined it in great detail before accepting it. His dark eyes gave the invitation a careful examination before moving on. As he handed back the card, the smile on his face returned. The fact that the man was strikingly handsome was the clincher. He examined my entire physique in great detail. I ought to confess that despite the thick spectacle frame that matches the thickness of his eyebrows, he was pretty handsome. This is despite the fact that he had the power to stop my blood cold in its tracks. It was almost as if I'm looking at a model who's in the middle of getting her makeover when I look at his jawline since it was that perfect. I smiled back at him when he did, which he seemed to like. I was taken aback when I felt someone suddenly put their hand on my chest, which caused me to jump. It was only

I heal. I possessed the ability to heal individuals of their ailments and wounds, including cuts and burns of varied degrees. I could even heal people who had died from their injuries. In addition to that, I was able to heal myself. I revitalize. My physical make-up will never acquire an inclination to rid itself of any of its constituent parts. I probably won't die. Avi has the ability to see the relationships between individuals. They could even break them or bind them on purpose at her own will to bring those who were destined to meet each other together, but doing so would need a lot of energy from her and may even cost her her life if it was way too much. She was much too young to be engaging in such behavior. The present that my brother Avi and I were given was something that had been a topic of investigation for my father for quite some time. My father brought up the subject of fate weavers and falling stars quite frequently while we were in Samaria. That's us. But our paren

The unexpected occurrence appeared out of nowhere. The particulars and the plethora of arguments for our positioning here are sufficient to leave me unable to articulate my thoughts. This place could not even come close to recreating the ambience of a regular schoolroom. Because of this, the new atmosphere that greeted us as soon as we went inside was a very pleasant shift. I had not adequately prepared. This conversation was not hidden from Avi. She has witnessed everything and then some. Every living thing is connected to one another by a network of cords that are colored red, black, white, and blue. I have no doubt that she was clairvoyant regarding every possible contact. One good example of this is how the door of the provost's office opened on its own. A young woman with a tanned skin, long black hair, deep gray eyes that were obscured by thick glasses, and low stature walked through the door that creaked. She was dressed in the same manner as the children that we had seen ear

The person's firm hold on my neck nearly caused me to suffocate. Although I attempted to loosen my grip, my body's pressure simply worsened matters."Quit it, Mira! There's nothing wrong with you, according to him!" Myra let out a scream, and by that time, she had grabbed my leg to keep me from dangling."What are you doing, Mira? I know that you're simply trying to make a scandal out of me so you can get rid of me as student council regent. Stop what you’re trying to kill her!" Isabel, who had noticed that her palm was beginning to turn black, attempted to stop Mira. Her iris color was changing to a brilliant white.In a close call, I nearly passed out. For an instant, I felt my hands move on their own to my suffocating tendon. I could feel the electricity frying them. Still, with a gleam in her eye, Mira raised the hand that would be her instrument in releasing my neck from whatever power was holding me there.This is not how I die. This is not how I die... This thought kept running